TN*hippie, that is. He is in Chattanooga and unable to access a computer at the moment, but he’ll be in Knoxville and back on the board sometime Monday. He passes these messages along:
It rained most of the time.
But saw a full rainbow over the ocean.
Did NOT get laid.
Because there was a severe shortage of eligible females: mostly families and old folks.
Was kinda boring.
But ate tons of fresh seafood!
Best sign seen (a letterboard at a motel): WE COME
LOW RATES
Got a glimpse of the limericks thread… “Wow! I’ve created a monster!” sez TN*hippie.
Howdy folks!
Sure missed you guys. ProudAmerican tells it like it is and told it like it was. Still, it was nice to get away for a bit. evilbeth, I go to court one week from today. May or may not go to jail that day. I’ll e-mail the address of the Knox County Hilton to anyone who requests it. Meanwhile, keep those limericks coming… it does me good to laugh (and cry).
Peace,
TN*hippie
You’ll see I did not post to your limericks thread - but I’m saving them up for all the postcards I’ll send you once I get the address to your, ahem, “hotel”
I read:
4. Because there was a severe shortage of edible females: mostly families and old folks.
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Yark. That gave me quite a shock. Dylan (my wife) is a hippie and I was wondering if this was some weird hippie thing. ‘Mates check in but they don’t check out.’
There once was a lady named Dylan
Who from the limericks thread was chillin’
But it’s really quite easy
To be punny and sleazy:
If published, we’ll all make a killin’ dewt made an error simplistic:
Thought us hippies were cannibalistic.
While it’s not so incredible
To find ladies quite edible,
I don’t use my teeth: be realistic!
Some folks may be angry,nay, pissed
At the way I firmly insist
On showing devotion
To this silly emotion
And nudge this thread towards the top of the list.
There once was a gay man from Fargo
Who set out to find sweet Key Largo.
But in Georgia was frightened
By the Religiously Rightened
Who said: “We got got feathers and tar…GO!”
You honor us with your Limerick
the meter sublime, what’s your trick
to thinking them up
without a hiccup
welcome back, from… oh this is hopeless.
and here I be ropeless
without a rhyme
and without the time
to come up with something…
Thanks TN, anyway
your limerick sure made my day
but try as I might
to pump one out right
I just can’t get the words out to play
YIPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Lord Morgan was gone for a while.
But he’s back, in a Limerick style.
So here’s a few lines of verse,
with some getting worse,
than his usual “medium-vile”.
There once was a girl from Belize
who had incredible skill on her knees.
She could suck with such force
a man’s only recourse
was an extra $10, and “!Please!”
A fellow named Dave, from Nantucket
grew some hair where most people can’t pluck it.
It could hardly be parted,
and caused pain when he farted,
unless Brillcreme was applied by the bucket.
Oh, the Limerick is lowly and vile.
So uncouth in its poetic style.
An offense to the pure,
it dismays the demure,
(but the rest of us buggers just smile!)
